Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof PROSPEROstarts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish.

Ste. Be you quiet, monster.Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair and prove a bald jerkin.

Trin. Do, do: we steal by line and level, an t like your grace.

Ste. I thank thee for that jest; heres a garment for t: wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this country: Steal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate; theres another garment for t.